[ Oh, he doesn’t like this one bit. 
With his mouth set in a grimace, 
he stares at the bear, green eyes 
wide with something akin to fear.
There’s just something about its 
f a c e – something that doesn’t
sit well in his gut. And after what
he went through, well– he’s used
to sticking to his gut’s instincts. ]

            “J e e z… is this what kids like these days? 
                  This thing should be in a scrap yard somewhere.”